Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Cries of the Undead ❯ A Little Bit of Chocolate ( Chapter 4 )

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Bakura smirked when he heard Ryou's door click shut. `It's time to *play*, but first…' Bakura peeked his head under the bed, shoving his hand amidst the junk trying to feel out the handcuffs he had stashed away.

"Ra damn it, where are they?" he growled after nicking his hand on several other `toys'.

//Ryou!// Bakura yelled across the link.

`Damn it!' he scowled `I can't ask him where they are, it wouldn't be a *surprise* then.'

/Gods Kura! I can hear you just fine!/ Ryou muttered back. /What's wrong?/

//Aren't you coming to bed?//

`Good save.' Bakura thought, he already knew the hikari's answer.

/Ha!/ Ryou rolled his eyes and sent a mental picture of himself tripping and dying in Bakura's room. /I've learned once and for all never to go into your room./

Bakura slid out from under the bed and stood up. Eyeing the charcoal colored walls with flecks of blood and the array of chains and other useful weapons strewn about the floor, he quickly scanned for the handcuffs while innocently asking //What's wrong with my room?//

Ryou poured himself a glass of orange juice. /Just the fact that it's *your* room makes it bad. It's a death trap, Kura./ Ryou sipped the tart juice /Both physically and mentally./ he chuckled.

Shrugging, Bakura gave up his search and appeared in the kitchen with a soft flash, legs dangling as he sat on the cold counter. Ryou quirked a brow in Bakura's direction, then finished off his juice. "Mm," Bakura purred, leaning in closer to Ryou and holding the light's chin with two fingers "My favorite." Bakura licked the reminiscences of orange juice from Ryou's lips and proceeded to suck very gently on his other's lower lip. Pulling away, Bakura smirked at the want seeping from Ryou's eyes.

`How odd,' Bakura mused `To have vanilla skin and chocolate eyes.' A smile tugged at his lips as Bakura ran his eyes over the delicious boy before him. `But that's what makes him so beautiful…so innocent…so damn sexy!' his thoughts hissed.

Silently, Bakura watched as Ryou lifted the dark's hand to his own lips. Not breaking eye contact, Ryou licked away the rivets of blood that laced the fingers, kissing the small cuts when done. "See," Ryou whispered seductively against the wounded fingertips "Your room *is* dangerous." Ryou nipped at the fingers and roughly darted his tongue into one of the slits, eliciting a hiss of pain and pleasure from Bakura.

`Ok,' Bakura resolved `scratch innocent.' Grabbing the smaller by the collar of his shirt, Bakura ravaged Ryou with a kiss. Tongues dueling, Bakura could taste the tart orange juice amidst the sweet, creamy confines of Ryou's mouth. Having long since memorized every inch of the vanilla angel, Bakura knew just where to run his skilled tongue and lips to get the response he wanted. Breaking the kiss, Bakura nibbled on Ryou's earlobe before suckling on the nape of the hikari's neck.

Ryou slumped into Bakura's bare chest, unable to stand as his senses were over loaded with pleasure. He mewled softly when Bakura's teasing lips left the sensitive regions. Lifting his head to plead for more, he felt Bakura's smile against his lips before he could say a word. Ryou limply parted his lips, keening when Bakura pulled away enough to keep the yearning Ryou from a kiss.

"It's your own fault you know." Bakura snickered. "You started this by drawing poor, innocent me out of my room, then painting your lips in nectar. What kind of hikari are you anyway?" Bakura feigned shock and disappointment. "I don't think you deserve to get any pleasure." He eyed the silent boy. "From me anyway," smiling coldly he added "Besides, you *do* have hands you know."

Ryou growled dangerously, deep brown eyes narrowing to slits as he glared at Bakura.

`What a turn of events! Who would of thought I'd be denying Ryou?' Deciding to turn the tables further, Bakura smiled cutely.

"Something wrong Ryou?" There was an odd air of silence as both halves waited for the other to back down.

"Fine then." Ryou scowled, pushing away from the counter and turning on his heels. The irritated light stormed into the living room and sat on the sofa, arms crossed and staring out the window.

Bakura grinned his `I'm evil and I like it' grin. Wiggling his toes, he waited for Ryou to cool down and come back to him.

The gentle heartbeat of the clock wore on for several minutes. Bakura grew worried and stared at the head of fluffy, white hair. //Ryou?// Silence was his only answer.

`Maybe he's sleeping?' Hopping off the counter, Bakura crept into the living room. Standing a few feet away, he could see Ryou was very much awake and apparently trying to blow a hole through the window the way he was glaring at it. Bakura did a stifled cough to get the light's attention, but Ryou only furrowed his brow more, nose flaring when Bakura took another step closer. `Shit,' Bakura panicked slightly `I haven't pissed him off this badly since I tried to redecorate his room.' Bakura stood before the angry hikari, almost immediately Ryou snapped his head to the left, refusing to look at Bakura when he knelt. Settling himself on both knees, Bakura was just slightly shorter than Ryou, who continued to ignore his dark reflection.

Bakura took hold of Ryou's hands, giving them a slight squeeze of desperation when the smaller `hmph-ed'.

`Alright, Bakura,' the defeated dark coached to himself `It's your fault he's upset.' He glanced at Ryou who was working on getting a matching hole in the wall too. `O…k, so he's just straight pissed off, just suck up your pride and apologize.' Bakura had a short internal battle as a voice chastised him for turning soft, while another told that voice to `Go to hell' because this was for Ryou's sake.

Closing his eyes, Bakura swallowed hard. "R-Ryou" his voice cracked just slightly as he spoke "Love, I'm sorry…I didn't mean to upset you." He looked longingly at Ryou, but when the hikari gave no indication that he was listening, Bakura closed his eyes to ease the fiery pricks he felt.

A few seconds passed before one of Ryou's hands slipped free from Bakura's grasp and gently caressed the dark's cheek. Leaning into the touch, Bakura felt a delicate thumb wipe away an escaped tear. Slowly he opened his eyes and smiled when he saw Ryou gazing at him lovingly. After kissing a warm tear away, Ryou pulled Bakura up to sit next to him. Ryou cuddled into his other's arms, sighing happily when Bakura pulled him into a tight embrace, kissing the top of the white fluff.

"Forgive me?" Bakura didn't even think twice when the question came out like a plea. Rose petal lips kissed his neck in answer and a hot tongue traced his jaw before his lips were captured in a slow, longing kiss.

Bakura felt Ryou reach for something behind the sofa pillow, a smirk the only warning he got before he found himself lying on his stomach, hands behind his back and something cold locking his wrists together.

"I do believe you were looking for these." Ryou giggled into Bakura's ear, tapping the handcuffs as he spoke. The surprised dark struggled a bit before Ryou helped turn him on to his back. Straddling his *captive*, Ryou smiled broadly as he began to slip out of his clothes.

"How the hell did you do that!?" Bakura was shocked his light had managed to get the better of him.

Ryou shrugged, "I'm fast…and *good*." He grinned hungrily, all the while stripping ever so slowly until his smooth, flawless skin was all that Bakura could see. "But," he purred "I know how to go nice and *slow* too." His slender porcelain finger ran over the large bulge in Bakura's, well technically Ryou's, silky, black boxers.

Bakura bucked his hips at the contact, deep-throated moan fighting to pass his lips. Ryou smirked, "Already warmed up, eh?" He snaked up the dark's body, making sure to rub against Bakura's sensitive region at every possible moment.

Their bare chests felt warm against each other, a glow radiating from deep within them at such close contact. Soft, powdered skin melted into chiseled, pale flesh. Chocolate eyes cast a loving gaze upon the once exiled tomb robber before him.

Wild tendrils of white hair quivered, Ryou's warm breath had laced around Bakura's neck causing him to shiver. Heated lips fluttered over Bakura's and were then pressed into a bruising kiss. A pale pink tongue brushed Bakura's lower lip roughly, demanding entrance into the hot depths of his mouth. Ryou waited patiently a few moments, but soon realized his dark would not be giving him the opportunity to dominate without a fight. Sliding open his eyes slowly, he saw his yami's deep brown, slightly red tinted eyes looking at him.

There was a set look of determination on his face, Bakura had never been on bottom and if Ryou thought that he would just give in because he managed to handcuff him, well, he was going to be sorely disappointed.

The hikari pouted a moment before grinning like mad. "Your not gonna win, Kura." He pecked the other on the tip of his nose, a final seal of innocence before Ryou got to work. Bakura snorted his doubt, watching as Ryou scooted back and set himself on all fours, head just above his yami's crotch.

A slender eyebrow was raised, Bakura was quite intrigued to find out what it was exactly the light intended to do down there. Ryou wasn't one to initiate anything, so Bakura did not expect much more than teasing.

Ryou lowered his head and bit the elastic band gently, winking up at a wide-eyed Bakura. Slowly, he tugged the boxers along until the dark's throbbing member peeked from under the black silk and was finally set free. Standing very much erect, the steady trickle of precum gave Bakura's penis a slightly glossy look in the dim light. The boxers were airily thrown to land among the other articles of clothing on the floor; the same hand led slender fingers to walk inside Bakura's thigh. Ryou sighed softly as he took in the sight before him. Gods was his yami beautiful. He had an air of dangerous exotica and yet Ryou knew Bakura wasn't as gruff as he set himself up to be. Just the fact Ryou was able to do this without his life being threatened showed Bakura really did love him.

Ryou smiled gently then wrapped his cool fingers around the slick member. The fiery skin was pulled tight as blood pulsed much faster now, swollen head dribbling and coating Ryou's delicate hand. Bakura bit his lower lip, he would not give in, he would not allow himself to be dominated, he would not-

Bakura gave a strangled cry; hips held down by his light otherwise he would have choked the manipulative angel. Ryou's tongue swirled around the head; teeth grazing along the length as he slowly took the whole thing into his mouth. He gave five careful sucks, pale cheeks puffing up each time, and then pulled away, the pink muscle in his mouth darting into the slit before he sat back on his haunches, beaming at the gasping dark.

Bakura's chest rose and fell, almost desperately while he struggled with the offensive chains at his wrists. Ryou grinned like mad; no wonder Bakura enjoyed doing this to him! The desperation on the other's face was far more arousing than he would have thought. The light stood up, giving Bakura quite a show as he half skipped into the kitchen.

"WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!" Bakura growled, his burning arousal crying out as well the way it stood there, blood pounding into the soft flesh.

"Sh, Kura…" Ryou scolded, nose wrinkling cutely at Bakura. "I don't want you to wake Yuugi…" He rummaged through the cabinets, hopping onto the counter when he couldn't reach.

"Damn it, Ryou!" Bakura moaned, eyes racing over the hikari's backside. "Does your ass *have* to be facing me while I'm tied down?" Ryou giggled and flushed faintly, yet managed to wiggle just a bit to hear another frustrated growl.

/Oh yay! We still have some!/ Ryou accidentally let his thoughts slip through and Bakura could only crane his neck in an effort to see what the vanilla bunny had gotten his hands on.

"Still have some what?" Bakura managed to sit up some, only to be shoved back down when Ryou jumped on him and shook a bottle of chocolate syrup before his eyes.

//Oh Ra…//

There was a loud plopping as the bottle was shaken vigorously, the settled contents mixing once more into a dark, creamy liquid. Ryou popped the top off and patted the bottom of the bottle until a drop of chocolate oozed out the tip.

Ryou flushed slightly as he eyed the head of the bottle, eyes darting down to Bakura's semi forgotten member. "My, you're far more devious than I thought." The straddled dark commented as he watched a pale tongue flick over Ryou's lip.

A sticky droplet hit Bakura's chest, blemishing the muscular form. Smiling impishly, Ryou squeezed the bottle, drawing a variety of loops and swirls across the expanse of flesh before him. His soft lips kissed one of the few clean spots left over the dark's heart, causing some of the chocolate to smear onto his own chest. The light's tongue danced all across Bakura's flesh, lapping up the many trails of chocolate rivers until the white surface was left clean and slightly moist. Ryou kissed the other; lips licked clean of any of the sweet stickiness by Bakura.

"Mm…" the dark purred, thrusting his tongue into Ryou's mouth to search for more of the forbidden sweetness. "Not bad."

Ryou had to use both hands to push Bakura away, it pained him to do so, but Ryou was in charge of this game and he needed cooperation. After being scowled at, Ryou forced Bakura's legs apart so he could kneel between them, and wasting no time, he massaged the aroused member to harden to a painful tightness. Those slender, porcelain fingers stroked and petted so perfectly, so swiftly, so quickly. Jolts ran through Bakura's body, shudders overwhelming him to the point where breathing became hitched gasps for air between long intervals of held breath. He bucked into the icy touch, moaning softly when Ryou's grasp tightened and then eased a few times.

Ryou pulled back and proceeded to pour some chocolate into his cupped hand. The dark, who wasn't really paying attention to what his other half was doing, became irritated when contact broke once more. "Ra damn you, Ryou! Hurry up and finish me up or I'll do it myself."

A bubbly chuckle escaped the light's throat, "And how exactly do you expect to do that when you're currently tied up?" He received a thoughtless grunt in response, but ignored it as he continued to prepare his other.

Ryou poured half the chocolate from one hand to the other. Some of the dark sweetness trickled down his arm as he then coated the straining member with the partially warmed syrup.

"What the hell? You're making me look like a chocolate covered banana…" Bakura's eyes were half lidded as he spoke, but even then, he couldn't hide how much he was enjoying this.

"I like bananas…" Ryou grinned "Especially ones from Egypt."

Bakura, ready to comment, forgot what ever it was he would have said as he watched his light. Ryou licked his fingers very slowly, winking at his dark as he saw how enthralled he was. The seductive kitten purred as he finished one hand, tongue wrapping around one digit as two sets of lust glazed eyes met.

Bakura's lips parted and a smiling Ryou placed his other `dirty' hand above the dark's mouth. The yami's hot tongue quickly and greedily lapped at the thick sweetness. He suckled on each finger, keeping one in particular in his mouth longer than the rest. His eyes glanced at his light, asking permission to continue. Ryou nodded and didn't even wince when Bakura's sharp teeth cut into his pale flesh. The injured digit had rivets of blood and chocolate swirl into one coppery sweetness, all of which the dark happily licked away, kissing the wound he had caused when done. His lips fluttered over every fingertip and kissed Ryou's palm, his teeth then grazed the light's wrist.

"Not now, Kura…let *me* finish first…please?" Ryou did not pull away from his dark, but hoped that the other would agree to wait for his snack. Bakura eyed his light steadily; he smiled wickedly and nipped the hikari's fingertips before settling back, he would wait, but not for long.

Ryou sighed in relief and then slipped down so his nose was centimeters away from the chocolate draped member. His soft, warm tongue ran the entire length up the underside of the heated skin. Ryou kissed the head, the salty chocolate tasting not bad, just strange. He opened his mouth and engulfed the straining shaft until his petit nose nuzzled in the white, scarlet tipped hairs. Making sure held the other down by the hips, Ryou purred low in his throat. The slow vibrations drove Bakura mad, shivers of delight spread across his body, mind drowning in pleasure.

A burning sensation started to grow, something so painful yet pleasurable that Bakura moaned out his light's name, knowing only he could relieve him of something so great. Ryou buried his face further in the soft curls, subtle scent of Egyptian sands making his mind reel. Without really realizing, he began to hum…with some difficulty, but he managed. This new motion rippled throughout the dark's body, hips dusted with small bruises from the force Ryou exerted to keep him down. Grazing the sensitive member with his teeth, Ryou pulled away and nipped gently, watching with delight as his yami cried out.

Before Bakura could recover, Ryou positioned himself at the other's entrance; he knew Bakura would not want any lubrication, wanting instead to feel himself torn into violently. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Ryou thrust in, feeling the hot tightness of his dark rip and coat him with blood. Bakura cried out sharply, head thrown back, and spine arched as his body tensed in pain. Fire spread across his backside and centered on his bleeding entrance, savagely torn flesh parting more still when Ryou pulled out and shoved back in deeper because his shaft was now slick with red lubricant. Bakura's lungs burned as he held his breath longer, choking out a strangled groan when Ryou roughly hit the bundle of nerves.

"G…Gods!…Ryou…" That seemed to be the only words Bakura could manage as the light repeatedly pounded into him. Icy fingers pumped Bakura's leaking length in time to the thrusts, fingernails scrapping along the heated flesh to further swirl pain amidst the pleasure.

Ryou shut his eyes, a trickle of sweat running down his face as he continued his assault. Finally the sensory overload became too much and he crashed his lips against Bakura's, uttering his name as he came. The yami felt the hot pulses fill him, mixing with the already present blood. The violent crash of his hikari's orgasm brought him to the breaking point; his creamy, white seed splattering the other across the stomach and chest.

For a moment time froze, both halves at the peak of ecstasy tumbled down into the real world. Their bodies spent, one lay quelling starved lungs while the other slumped on top of him. Beads of sweat felt cool and welcoming on Bakura's forehead, but at the moment, he wanted something else. He captured Ryou's lips, tasting himself among the chocolate still lingering on the light's lips.

"You promised…" he whispered, nibbling on the hikari's earlobe.

The light raised his head and peered into his yami's hungry eyes. He nodded in submission and on shaky hands and legs pulled himself out of Bakura, the dark hissed as his torn and burning skin stirred. He could not seem to make the rings of muscle relax, so he waited until the pain numbed before his tongue ran over his lips in a taunt, resembling a starved wolf that licked it's chops at a young deer.

Ryou looked down almost sadly at his other. He knew what Bakura wanted and even though it hurt him every time, he never denied his dark, he loved him too much. That's why he extended his arm to the yami and displayed his wrist, fingers lax to soften the flesh further. That's why when Bakura sunk his teeth into the thin skin, Ryou didn't pull away. He could not deny him, other wise his darkness might slip away, abandon him just when he felt safest. His eyes were squeezed shut against the pain, cry held back as he bit into his lip. It hurt so much, the pain lacing up his arm; he could feel his blood as it pulsed and emptied into the vampiric dark's mouth, satisfaction painted across the sharp face.

The drained light knew it was time to pull away, his arm was growing cold and numb, heat and hurt felt only where Bakura had torn into his wrist. "K-Kuuura…" Ryou tried to pull his arm away, but managed only to slump against the back of the sofa, the blood-dripping wrist still within Bakura's reach. What alcohol did to men, the scarlet essence did to Bakura. Deaf to Ryou's plea, the dark drank on, not a drop escaping his hungry lips as his tongue lapped at the pale flesh, sucking when the flow of blood slowed. Ryou began to grow extremely lightheaded, eyelids heavy with exhaustion pulled nearly closed. With what little strength he had, Ryou leaned back, his body falling to rest against the arm of the sofa.

Bakura growled threateningly and thrashed, trying to sit up so he could get to the blood that was only a foot or two away.

Although neither wore the Millennium Ring, its magic still pulsed within them. The ancient artifact glowed upstairs in Ryou's drawer and immediately began to heal the hikari's wounds and drain the intoxication from Bakura's fogged mind.

After a minute or two, Bakura consciously realized the scent of blood clung to the air. Having been very much acquainted with Ryou's blood, he knew it was the hikari's. "Ryou?"

"Hm…" came a weak reply from the other end of the sofa.

Bakura lifted his head and saw the Light sprawled across the couch in an awkward position. The dark noticed the dried blood on Ryou's wrist that stemmed from a healed bite mark, only a shadow of a scar left thanks to the Ring's powers. "Love, I'm sorry…" Bakura felt horrible, he had gone too far, other wise the Millennium Item would not have had to kick in.

"It's ok, Kura…I know you didn't mean to hurt me." Ryou sniffed, his voice quiet and sad. He blinked back the tears that pricked his eyes. He didn't cry because he would have died had not the Ring helped, he didn't cry because it hurt so much his body was numb, and he didn't cry because for a moment Bakura had forgotten about him. No. He cried because slipping that close to death brought back memories, memories that haunted him at times to point of waking up screaming, a cold sweat clinging to his skin, and his body shaking in heart wrenched sobs.

Ryou threw himself at Bakura, burying his face into the other's hair and wrapping his arms tightly around the dark's neck. "Oh, K-Kura!" He sobbed, his breath ragged as he struggled to speak "Y-you love me right? You s-still l-love me?"

Tears burned in Bakura's eyes as he felt the smaller shake violently from fear and agonizing past memories that trickled through their link. "Yes, my pet," he rested a hand on the back of the shaking, fluffy, white hair "And I always will." He nuzzled into the same hair, his other arm wrapping around Ryou's waist, pulling him on top of the dark.

Ryou quieted, small hiccups causing his body to jump. He sighed in deep relief and happiness after a few minutes, as if Bakura's answer had just been heard. His scarlet-rimmed eyes peeked up at his yami in innocent apology for doubting him. The light's eyes suddenly peeled wide, the brown orbs filled with shock. "How did you get your hands free?"

Bakura snickered and grinned at his koi "Come now, Ryou, I was the ancient world's King of Thieves. I broke into the `impenetrable' tombs, did you really think that I couldn't get out of these." He twirled the handcuffs with one finger above Ryou's head.

The hikari blinked in awe, he could have sworn those could only be unlocked with a key *he* had in his room. Slight confusion spread across his pale face. "Then why didn't you take them off earlier?"

Bakura smiled at his light, pulling him tighter against his chest so that Ryou could hear the steady beating of the dark's heart. "Because I love you so much I wanted you to have fun."

Ryou's lips shaped a surprised `o' and he smiled back lovingly. "Thank you…" He relaxed into Bakura's embrace and his eyes slipped closed. Bakura kissed the hikari's forehead before laying back and letting sleep take him over as well. There would be no nightmares tonight, of that they both knew for certain.

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